. . . "Mom, my butt just puked!" You wonder what you are going to see. Turns out that little girl got herself to the appropriate room and was utilizing the proper containment device for said episode. However, there was still a bit of aftermath. Darn you spicy Mexican quesadilla!
Our beloved cousin, Janeen, had a spicy Mexican episode with her son on Tuesday, too. Her story is here. I literally laughed so hard that I cried.
So, just for our digestive update this week, we had:
Over indulgence vomit on Saturday night.
Allergy drainage vomit at 6:56 AM on Monday morning.
Spicy Mexican explosive (but properly contained) diarrhea on Tuesday.
Oh sweet heaven, please tell me that there is no more. I'm not a fan of digestive events!